Chris Goodridge - Mom

People always say I'm the spitting image of my father

This isn't true

I am the product of my mother and the things she raised me to do

My father had his chance and he didn't take advantage of it

It  hurts when people make fun of me
Because I can't play sports

Because I'm not exactly the avg boy

Because my father was supposed to teach me these things but instead was out having the time of his life

I watched my mom my entire life bust her behind to get me the things I needed and wanted in life

I know it hurt her to see the hurt my father caused me


Yet she dealt with it and she did a good job raisin me

I admit I wish sometimes my father played more of a role in my life

He claims he's working

But if he's working send some money to his children

At least a penny
Something

It's all fun and games until responsibility enters the picture

Then he runs

Thank God for Mom

She taught me

How to love

How to care

How to forgive

How to be me

and she loves me

So thanks mom for everything

It used be I was angry at my father for awhile

I guess that's what kept me in contact with him

But once I forgave him I let go of that want for a connection

I stopped calling him, I stopped listening

And I know two wrongs don't make a right

But sometimes a I wonder if he's even worth my time any more

Besides in my mind my mom is my father and mom

So mom I want you to know that I love you with all my heart

That's why I feel the urge the cry when your upset

That's why I feel your pain when your hurt

I love you

Chris Goodridge

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